Second chapter… Holy SHIT. Is Link going to be able to survive?! Lol here we go guys^^.
He growled as I entered the room. "You're late."
"I'm sorry, Master."
"…I suppose I'll be nice and let you off easy this time, considering that you're going to be tortured either way." A nasty smile found its way onto his lips as he spoke. My stomach twisted when he began walking towards me. He was much taller than I was, which is another one of his threatening qualities. It's second-nature to be afraid of someone who's two-and-a-half heads taller than you, especially when they possess traits that you can't fully understand.
I panicked when I found that I couldn't back away from him any longer. I was trapped between him and his bedroom walls. My breath quickened as I soon saw that there was no physical way out of the situation. I couldn't run, because he'd catch me, and I couldn't leave, because if I did, I'd get killed. As he closed in on me, I shied away from his hands as much as I could before he chained me to the wall without hesitation. I'd assume that I looked somewhat appetizing, because he licked his lips once before stepping closer to me. As he spoke to me, his breath was hot on my skin. No, I mean it was HOT. It stung my skin without leaving burn marks. Was it always this hot? Or did he just do this on purpose? I'm going with the second option.
"You were late, Skychild."
"I'm sorry… I'll be on time next time, I-I promise."
"Oh, but how can I hold you to that "promise"?"
"I…"
"…You've been late over ten times. I can't trust you to keep your promises anymore."
"P-please don't…"
"Good slaves have to learn how to not be late if they wish to please their master."
"N-not today, I beg you."
He called one of his swords into existence, still looking at me with those soulless black eyes. "Do you wish to behave like a good slave should?"
"Yes… I do."
"Good… then you shouldn't feel this." He hurled the blade in my direction. I twisted away from it as much as I could for a human chained to a wall. It sliced my ear open, but thankfully missed the rest of my face. The blood leaked from my ear, dripping down onto my clothes. I knew what was coming. Ghirahim wouldn't be pleased; you know how he hates stains. As if on cue, he disappeared from the center of the room and reappeared beside me. I stood stiff, trying to appear like a statue.
"Oh dear, you're clothes are dirty. What did I tell you about squirming? It'll get you nowhere, you know." He looked back up at my wounded ear, and I could almost hear the bloodlust remind him that it was there. "What a waste, though… I thought you were told to never be wasteful, boy."
"I-I'm sorry, Master… Do you want it?"
"Why yes, I would. You know, you just might be let off with a warning today." He licked my wound, lapping up the blood and squeezing more out. As much as I hate saying it, chills ran up my back when he did this. I hate submitting to him, but if I die, I can't even try to fix this. So for now, I'll try to hold on and bear with him, for Zelda… even though I've failed her.
Goddess, I thought I would've stopped bleeding by now. It was just my ear, after all. You couldn't possibly drain this much blood from one area in the body, could you? Stars filled my vision before I ended up not being able to see anything at all. The looks in my eyes made Ghirahim pause and lift his head from my wound (though I doubt that it was a wound anymore).
"Oh shoot. It seems that the Skychild is becoming weary. I wouldn't want to break my new toy, now would I?"
A toy? I was a toy? This is ridiculous. If I had the strength, I'd send my fist through his head in an instant! If he hadn't weakened me…
"What a pitiful human you are. The Goddess's Chosen Hero?" He laughed, "You're so pathetic! What was the Goddess thinking when she sent you to defeat me? Oh, didn't she also intend for you to eradicate my master? That's simply illogical!" He freed me of my shackles, sending me falling to the ground. I landed with a thud, and couldn't get up. He had his foot on my back in seconds. He laughed again, "If I could enslave you, then my master could surely do more than that. Hylia must be ashamed of you! Much less herself. Sending such a scrawny boy to do away with the Demon King! Ha! It's laughable, really, it is, boy! But you're simply too weak at the moment. I am a well-mannered Demon Lord, so I will not tell you about how much you've failed now. Maybe later, Skychild. Maybe later…"
I woke from my blood-loss induced mini-coma in his bed. Ugh, what a disgusting place to be. It's nice looking, but I can only imagine what's happened on (and in) it. You can never trust four-poster beds when you know that people like him have been in them. I gripped the corner of the sheets and attempted to pull them off, but I felt a jolt of pain rush through me as I did so. I cried out and looked at my right shoulder. I saw a repulsive, untreated bite mark on it. Holy shit, he bit me while I was in a coma? How sick! How fucking sick is that?! I scowled and used my undamaged arm to shove the covers off of me. I stepped out of his bed and walked over to the oversized double-doors, prying them open and traipsing through them. His home was huge, with so many rooms and doors that I couldn't keep count. I called his name, ignoring his rule about always calling him "master". I walked down the corridor slowly, unsure of his whereabouts. I growled and walked into the center of his living room. "Ghirahim where the fuck are you?!"
"Now, now, Skychild… We agreed that those two words would never be used in the same sentence… Unless, of course you'd ever like to be bent over against your will."
I turned around and saw him lounging on the couch. He seemed bored, and when he's bored, it's never good. I stepped closer to him and showed him the bite mark that he left on my shoulder. "Look at this!"
He chuckled and grinned, "Oh that… That was a wonderful mark to make, boy. I hope you like it as much as I do."
"No! I don't like it! It hurts like a bitch!"
"Language, language… You complain too much. But I have to admit, I haven't seen that kind of rage in your eyes for months! It truly is a pleasure to look at. But nonetheless, you are my slave, so I order you to sit down and shut your trap." He pulled me down with him and I landed in his lap. Great, just great. More unnecessary assault that I have to put up with.
"You should give your master a kiss…" He waited a moment, and when I refused, he grabbed my chin and forced me towards him. I jerked out of his grasp and turned my head away from him. He looked shocked, but then disappointed. "Oh, it's one of those days. You have got to obey your master. I obey mine. Why is it so HARD for you to follow one simple order?!"
I shuddered and silenced myself at his sudden outburst. He cleared his throat and shook his head slightly, looking back up at me. "Ahem… I apologize for that rather… unfitting outburst of mine. But if you refuse to behave, we'll just have to fix that, now won't we?"
I was perplexed by his tone. I paused and looked at him, returning the gaze that he was giving me. He grinned and shoved me off of his lap. "Get up," he said, "You're going to be taught a lesson."
O MAI GAWD. What lesson shall this be? Ghira's got something planned for our hero, doesn't he? Oh and BTW I'm a disclaimer… The characters belong to Nintendo and Link's slave outfit belongs to an AWESOME Deviant on ^^ K guys next chapter's obviously going to be full of blood and STUFF. I hope this doesn't turn into a lemon because I seriously can't write those.
CHAPTER 3 UP SOON :D :D :D!
-Hollow
